Chris's suggestion earned a bit of a curious glance, and Paris was momentarily started by it, wondering if 'the boring problem' really was concerning Chris more than she'd thought it did. Here she'd thought Chris was as content as she was with the way things were, but the manner in which he continued to circle back around to it was beginning to make her think otherwise. As awkwardly as Chris's suggestion had been made, Paris sensed a note of determination beneath it.
“I did it a lot because back then I didn't really have much else to do, but we can go if you really want to,” she said. She could not help the grin that began to spread across her face at the idea of Chris trying not to feel uncomfortable in a club, though she did her best to contain it.
“Don't worry, Pooh Bear,” Paris teased, “dancing at a club isn't like ballet. Even you can do it. You've just gotta ease up. Don't be so tense. The more you worry about looking awkward, the more awkward you're probably going to look. You already know how to get into a good rhythm. You have to to pitch.”
Biting her lower lip to halt an even larger grin, Paris rose onto her knees and leaned over their food and the dog in Chris's lap to plant a reassuring kiss onto Chris's mouth. “I promise you're not going to embarrass me,” she said.
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